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Isabelle Dinoire

Eleven years to this day, Isabelle Dinoire's face did lay. Her Labrador ate it; The surgeons replaced it -- But, she died of rejected display.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/15/2016 9:32:00 PM

In reply to your funny comment on my poem, whispering is just sexier!! Even on a beach!

Tom Arnone
Date: 9/15/2016 10:13:00 PM

On a quiet, mostly deserted, twilight beach, perhaps.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/11/2016 7:51:00 PM

oh my, poor Isabelle!! pretty good limerick beat in this one, my friend. Sorry I am taking so long to see poems. i am WAY behind here and don't think i can ever catch up at this point.

Tom Arnone
Date: 9/11/2016 7:57:00 PM

You do what you can (and must), Andrea. :-)

Constance La France

Date: 9/10/2016 12:16:00 PM

Tom, it sort of made me sad, she endured so much and died so young, not wanting to laugh but I do see the humour in your limerick (btw it was tea that I was drinking on the morning stroll)

Tom Arnone
Date: 9/10/2016 12:25:00 PM

Yes. Very sad. The limerick is intended to tell her story -- but, in a whimsical, light-hearted form. Thanks, B. W.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/10/2016 8:15:00 AM

- Great, Tom - Best wishes for a wonderful weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Tom Arnone
Date: 9/10/2016 10:21:00 AM

Thanks, A. L. You have a great weekend, too! :-)

CayCay Jennings

Date: 9/9/2016 9:43:00 PM

A good one - got my laughter ... CayCay

Tom Arnone
Date: 9/9/2016 10:14:00 PM

Thank you, CayCay. I wasn't sure if it was appropriate, for she just passed away today -- but, it just popped into my head!